Last night, my dog bolted out into the dark Carolina night. In a panic and with all the grace of a foal trying to ice skate, I ran out in search of her. The back step and concrete porch caught me unawares. I think I broke my damn toe. So, here I sit, at the urgent care waiting to discover the damages. Lucy, of course, rolled back in at 3 am positively vibrating from the excitement of her midnight run. Not a shred of shame or remorse was expressed. Dog days indeed.

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